The Untitled

Chapter 12

Pain is killing me from the inside

My eyes opened when I felt the pain. The pain tingling through my entire body, I couldn't describe it, I could die. I sat up while scanning my surroundings and the first though that came to mind was "who do I need to kill now?" I suddenly realized what was going through my head. Was I going insane? Did I actually... kill those men? I shook the thoughts out of my head as I racked my brain for where was I.

I was in a dimly lit room with a small flickering light from outside the bars of my damp cell. The stones making the walls and the smoothed dirt floor certainly gave it a medieval feel. I got to my feet slowly and grasped the cell bars with my hand only to feel a sharp shock coarse through my veins and stumbled to the ground. I could hardly breathe or move, what was going on with me?

I opened my eyes back up and I heard my name being called from a short distance away from my ear. I turned around quickly. It was Conner. He was slumped against a corner, his head lazily hanging down and his words just barely leaving his lips,

"Don't push yourself Helen," he muttered, "We'll be here for a while."

"Where's John?" I asked but my voice was so quiet I could barely hear it myself.

"They took him away before you woke up, they're going to..." he stopped himself

"What! What are they going to do!" I raised my voice as much as I could

Suddenly Conner was in front of me, his hand pressed down against my mouth and he looked outside the bars and down the hall. I could feel and see the fear in his eyes; it didn't feel as good as it did before. It felt... dark... and cold. I could sense my own fear rising up inside me as my heart began to pound.

His hand slid down my mouth as he sighed in relief. He looked so drained, like he had been up for days. The bags under his dim eyes said enough, just how long was I out? The questions in my mind were giving me a headache and I couldn't take it.

"Anyways... just sit tight ok?" he said avoiding eye contact.

"Why...?" I pleaded wanting answers but none came.

Rapid footsteps and heavy breathing came from down the hall and Conner got up slowly. He pushed me to the back wall and stood in front of me like he was shielding me from something, or someone. Mutters and groans echoed around us as I watched two figures shove John into the cell with us before slamming the door shut and locking it.

John's hair was chopped off up to his shoulders and there were huge gashes all over his body. I pushed Conner out of the way to get to John but he pulled me back.

"No!" he hissed in my ear, "He's not himself right now."

"Conner, I'm fine." John said hoarsely "They were a lot less harsh then last time." He walked over and sat down against a wall.

"A-are you ok?" I whispered, I didn't have enough energy to speak anymore.

"Don't worry about me Helen," He smiled weakly and let his head fall back against the wall.

Tears sting my eyes but I jumped as more footsteps slammed against the rocks while Conner and John tensed.

"Is she up yet!" one of the figures snapped as three guards with guns stood behind him.

Conner sighed and nodded slowly, holding my hand tightly. I looked at him and then the men, fear creeping up into me.

"Good."

The men came and grabbed me dragging me outside from the cell. I didn't have the strength to fight back and I looked back at Conner and John. But both were looking away.

The men pulled me into a brightly room that looked to be some sort of lab. I tensed and struggled against the men, feeling some power surging through me. To my horror one of the guards fired his gun and the bullet nearly missed my ear. I saw that as a warning and stopped. His sick grin sent chills down my spine as I was laid down on a table.

The table sent a shock through me and I fell unconscious. What seemed to be two seconds later I opened my eyes and saw everyone who had pushed me in here looking terrified and very, scared? I was standing up and looked down at my hands slowly but keeping an eye on everyone. My hands were once again, covered in red blood trickling down my fingers slowly and white hair slipped in my face a bit. My heartbeat started to go up and I felt something drip down from my arm and chest. I had been shot more then once.

And worst of all, the smell of blood was everywhere I could throw up. It was suffocating. I glared at the remaining guards and the doctors who were also there but it was just a bluff, I had no power left and I knew that. They all stepped aside from me slowly but I felt someone grab me from behind as someone yelled "I got her, hold her down!" and I once again fell unconscious.

I woke up in my cell again in my own blood that was pouring out from my wounds. I was surprised I was even alive at this point. But... Conner and John were nowhere to be seen and the pain in my soul and body was enough to scream about.